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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.