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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.