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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.