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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.