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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.