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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.