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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.