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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Pole,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.