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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.