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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.