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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.