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 Argentina 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.