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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.