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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gong,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.