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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.