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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Skriet,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.