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 Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.