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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.