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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.