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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.