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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.