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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.