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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.