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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.