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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Scion,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.