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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.