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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.