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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Technova 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 punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.