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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.