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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.