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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.