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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.