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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Faust,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.