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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
DNA,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.