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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.