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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erykah Badu 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.