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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.