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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Aswad,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.