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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
The Index,
X-102,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.