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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Q65,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.