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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Cure,
The Move,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.