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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
CMW,
Wings,
The Wake,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.