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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.