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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.