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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
MDC,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.