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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.