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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.