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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
DNA,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.