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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.