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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.