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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
MDC,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Smog,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.