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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.