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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.