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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.