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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
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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.