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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Technova,
Ronan,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.