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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.