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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.