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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.