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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.