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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.