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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Crime,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.