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 France and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Lyres to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.