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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.