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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.