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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.