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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.