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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Deakin,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.