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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.