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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.