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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.