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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
CMW,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.