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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.