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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.