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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Gong,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.