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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.