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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.