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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.