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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Smog,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.