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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Crime,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.