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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.