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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.