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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.