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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
June Days,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.