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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Ludus,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.