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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.