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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.