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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.