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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.