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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.