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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.