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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.