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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.