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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
JFA,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.