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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.