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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.