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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.