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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mission of Burma 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.