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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Pole,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.