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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.