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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.