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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.