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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.