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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.