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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.