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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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 Vogues,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.