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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.