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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.