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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Audionom,
Swans,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.