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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.