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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.