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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Qualms,
Josef K,
CMW,
Scion,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.