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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.