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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.