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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.