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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.