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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.