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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.