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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.