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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.