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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.