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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Evens,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.