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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.