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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.