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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.