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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.