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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.