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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.