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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.