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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.