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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.