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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.