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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.