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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.