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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.