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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.