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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.