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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Technova,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.