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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.