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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.