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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
DNA,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.