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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.