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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.