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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.