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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Q65,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.