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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.