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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.