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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Darondo,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.