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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.