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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Wire,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.