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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.