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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Magma,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.