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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 John Holt to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.