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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.