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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.