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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Q65 to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.