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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.