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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.