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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.