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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Television,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.