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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.