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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.