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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.