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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.