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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Japan,
Skaos,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.