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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Can,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.