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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Darondo,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Nico,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.