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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.