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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ossler 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.