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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.