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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.