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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Swans,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
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.