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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.