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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Wings 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.