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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.