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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.