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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.