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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.