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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.