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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.