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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.