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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.