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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.