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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.