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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.