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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.