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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.