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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.