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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.