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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.