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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.