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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.