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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.