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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.