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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.