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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.