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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.