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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.