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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.