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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.