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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
the Normal,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.