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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.