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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.