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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Television,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Mars,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.