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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.