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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.