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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Quantec,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.