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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.