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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.