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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.