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 Spain and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.