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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.