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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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?
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.