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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.