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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Order to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.