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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.