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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.