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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.