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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.