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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.