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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Nas,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.