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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.