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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
June of 44,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Nico,
The Motions,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.