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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.