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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.