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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.