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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.