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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.