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 Sweden 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.