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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
June Days,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.