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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.