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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.