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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.