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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
The Doors,
ABC,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
The Names,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.