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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.