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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Quantec,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.