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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 a mellotron and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Index,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.