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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.