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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.