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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.