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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.