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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
AZ,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
John Holt,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.