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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.