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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.