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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.