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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.