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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.