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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.