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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.