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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
UT,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.