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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Japan,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.