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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.