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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.