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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Hardrive,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.