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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.