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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Franke,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.