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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Whodini,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.