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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Nico,
Brick,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.