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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.