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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.