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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.