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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.