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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Mars,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Urselle,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.