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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Josef K,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.