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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.