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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.