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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.