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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
The Move,
Hoover,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.