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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.