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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.