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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.