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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.