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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.