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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.