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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.