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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
cv313,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.