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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.