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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.