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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.