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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.