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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.