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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.