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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
a-ha,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.