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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 ABC to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.