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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.