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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.