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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.