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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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?
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.