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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.