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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.