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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.