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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions 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 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
EPMD,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.