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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.