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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.