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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.