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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.