Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Crime,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.