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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Ossler,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.