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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.