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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.