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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.