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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.