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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.