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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.