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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.