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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.