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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.