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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.