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 Mexico and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.