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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.