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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rites of Spring 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.