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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.