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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.