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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
MDC,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.