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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Index,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.