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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.