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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.