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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.