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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.