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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.