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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.