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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.