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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.