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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
June Days,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.