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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.