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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.