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 Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.