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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.