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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.