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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.