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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.