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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.