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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.