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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
UT,
X-102,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.