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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
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 Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.