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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.