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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Can,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.