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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.