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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Monks,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.