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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Cluster,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.