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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.