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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.