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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.