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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.