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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.