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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.