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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Wings,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.