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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.