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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.