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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.