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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Lalann,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.