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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Slave,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.