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 Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.