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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.