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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.