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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.