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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.