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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.