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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.