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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Can,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
JFA,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.