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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.