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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.