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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Faust,
Symarip,
Smog,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.