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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.