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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Ludus,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.