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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.