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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.