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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 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?
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Saints,
Chrome,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.