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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Magma,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.