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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Move,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.