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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.