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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Visage,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.