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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
DNA,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.