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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.