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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.