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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.