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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.