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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.