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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.