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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.