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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.