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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.