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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.