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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.