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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.