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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.