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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.