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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.