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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.