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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.