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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Oneida,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.