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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
X-101,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.