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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.