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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.