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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.