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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Rakim,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.