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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.