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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.