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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.