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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.