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 Haiti and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.