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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
ABC,
Franke,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.