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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.