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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.