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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wings to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.