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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.