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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.