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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.