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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Deakin,
ABC,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.