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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.