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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.