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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.