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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.