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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.