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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Technova,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.