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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.