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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.