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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.