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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.