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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
X-102,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.