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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.