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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
The Index,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.