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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.