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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.