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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rakim 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.