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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.