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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
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.