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 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.