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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.