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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.