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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.