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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Smog,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.