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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.