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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.