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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.