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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
DNA,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.