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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
the Germs,
New Order,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.