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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.