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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Mars,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.