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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.