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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.