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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.