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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.