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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.