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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.