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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Hoover,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.