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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.