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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.