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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.