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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.