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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.