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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.