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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.