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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.