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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Scion,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.