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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.