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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.