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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.