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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.