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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.