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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.