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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.