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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.