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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.