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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.