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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Litter,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.