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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.