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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Das Ding 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.