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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.