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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.