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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.