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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 sitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.