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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.