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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.