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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
cv313,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.