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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.