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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.