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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Gong to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.