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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.