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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Crime,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.