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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
World's Most,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.