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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
CMW,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.