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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.