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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.