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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 snare and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.