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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.