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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
cv313,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.