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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Magazine,
CMW,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
JFA,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.