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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.