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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.