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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
PIL,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.