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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.