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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Vogues to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.