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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.