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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.