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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.