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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Symarip,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.