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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.