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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Smog,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Pole,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.