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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.