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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.