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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.