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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.