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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.