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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.