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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.