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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Sound,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Litter,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.