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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.