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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.