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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 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?
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.