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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.