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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.